You just had to walk into my bar, didn't you?

No privacy, these days. Cross missed the days when being a smuggler held a kind of mystique, maybe even kept the rabble out. But, somehow, something about their resident rogue living in his mother's bar had blown away the mists and secrecy of the redhead's job. Not that he minded it, much. But Kava and Veska seemed to find something inordinately amusing about an outlaw that lived... in his mother's house.

"I hate you both. Anyway, shut up... We're not supposed to draw attention to ourselves. That job we did on Omega has the Batarians angry at us. Undercut their shipments, or something like that."

Jade Alanon  @fusion